She held my hand and wept, not for injustice, but something rawer and more essential: the fact of pain, the fact of adversity, the fact of cruelty.
She gave me the great gift once more: mercy, the power, pieta. It flowed into me like a great electric jolt. I felt the rays of the blue sun zap me awake.
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